Back to Bristol for blood taking…

A trip to Bristol for my mum and me again today would have been worry free had we not been woken at 4am with the sound of lorries hurling up our road. The noise was nothing we’d ever heard. It sounded like they were crashing through our house. Once awake we found out what had happened. The A34 had been closed both directions at 3am due to a road accident. Bizarrely enough police had stopped to clear a dead badger and a car collided with a lorry and someone had died sadly.

That was a bizarre way to start our day and our plans of getting up leisurely and making our way to Bristol were dashed. All traffic diverts past my house in our little village making it almost impossible to get to the A34 on our journey. We left with plenty of time to make it to Bristol back to the practise where I had been on Wednesday, this time to have blood taken in preparation for the RGCC testing.  I know it seems extreme to drive an hour and half (in good traffic) but that’s what you do when your life depends on it. Let’s face it, that’s nothing to the distances we travel for treatment usually.

I rang Dr Nesselhut this morning and he confirmed that the lab says my cells look good and we are to travel to their clinic for Monday’s appointment. Right, all systems go. I need to confirm flights and get a car booked. Tomorrow morning I will check in online and pack my clothes for our fleeting trip to Germany.

So how do I feel? Great, actually. I always feel better having a plan but I still feel anxious at a drop of a hat. Last night for no apparent reason I felt uneasy and unsettled before I went to sleep. I think beneath the surface I am worrying still. I guess I have to remind myself of the recent scan results. I would love to be completely ignorant and just think to myself how good I feel and that everything is fine. But then I guess it is really. I am definitely ‘fuller’ than usual and I wonder if I will continue to ‘fill’ up the more I deal with stuff. It doesn’t get any easier.  You just learn to deal with it somehow.

My hubby is absolutely wrecked from working so hard this week. Lack of sleep doesn’t help either… He is home now and the weekend begins… Not much sleep for us though as we will be up at 4am to get to the airport Sunday morning. Life goes on and we do what we can… but we try to make it fun along the way. We are having a yummy Indian meal tonight and watching international rugby with mum. It’s our last night together for a month.

Despite everything I love my life….

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